[Phillip feels the eagerness there, and he wants to reward it. His nails scrape across the other man’s scalp, dragging hard enough to leave little lines in their wake. It’s eash to touch him, even with the coolness of his skin, palmed pressed against skin and moving up and up, leaning the contours of his body.
It takes him a moment to notice the hesitation, but when he does he pulls back, lips quirked in an amused smile.]
Are you waiting for something? [If Julian is going to seek permission? Then Phillip is going to make him ask.]
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It takes him a moment to notice the hesitation, but when he does he pulls back, lips quirked in an amused smile.]
Are you waiting for something? [If Julian is going to seek permission? Then Phillip is going to make him ask.]